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The flickering street lamps set the mood of how dull the evening was. The sun had long since set behind the buildings, and the darkness that shrouded the town left a bitter aftertaste in the mouths of those who had lost track of time, or whose breaths picked up in fear of being the next to die.
Renjun, on the other hand, was leisurely strolling through town. His hands, which were deep within his pockets, played with the clipped rose. The flower littered the teen's hands with cuts, as the thorns which dug deep, eliciting a soft hum of happiness from the young boy.
The only sound other than the muttering of passing pedestrians, was the faint sound of sirens surrounding the town.
Renjun wasn't clueless, and he knew that the police were on high alert in order to catch him in action. Yet he felt obsessed with the pathetic pleads he would receive from the victims before their lives ended with tragedy, which was why he refused to stop.
Was this a weird thought to most? Of course. But for Renjun, who had lost the last humane part of himself with the first kill? Not at all.
Now, as he slaughtered hundreds of defenceless men and women, he felt nothing. Completely numb.
The boy had become detached from reality, and was feeling threatened by the chance of his control being stripped from him.
He pulled his hands out of his pockets, examining the blood soaked skin. His flesh had become cold, the winter air whistling as it hit the open cuts.
It felt so nice...so sore.
"Hey, kid!" A voice boomed from the other side of the street. Renjun cursed under his breath before plastering on a believable smile while crossing the road.
Maybe this was his opportunity.
"Are you lost or anything?" The man asked, his brow creased with concern as he got a closer look at Renjun's face. The darkness proved to be a problem, but he could still see that the kid meant no harm.
Renjun innocently nodded before looking around cluelessly, hands hidden in his pockets to avoid further questioning. "Can you help me find my home? I just moved here, and I'm really struggling with finding my way back."
Lies.
Lies.
Lies.
If only this poor man knew.
𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓎!
There were so many things that past victims would have advised to the polite young man, who seemed to be aged a little over twenty-five.
The man nodded happily, extending his hand out to shake Renjun's.
"I'm Son Jihyung..."
"Huang Renjun."
The pair still walked together, even ten minutes later. Small conversations had been started up throughout the search for Renjun's 'new home' but none of them had lasted very long.
"This looks familiar," Renjun piped up, noticing that they were at the entrance of the forest trail, which was a well known short cut through the town. "But I'm really scared of the dark."
Jihyung looked wearily at the boy, before letting his gaze fall back to the dirt trail which was unable to be seen from the road.
He knew that escorting Renjun home would be the right thing to do, but he had promised his twin girls that he would be home earlier than usual.
Although he was conflicted by this decision, he still led Renjun into the forest walk.
"I'm sorry if I'm keeping you from anything. But I hope you know that I'm so grateful for-" he stopped talking when the gentle thud of his rose falling from his pocket rung in his ears. Stuck in a trance of shock, Renjun slowly lifted his head, only to see a look of realisation bloom on the older's expression.
"You're 'Rose'," he mumbled, his hand beginning to tremble while he pointed at the teen. "No, no-"
Renjun closed the space between him and the panicking man, knowing that the older was too shocked to fight back quite yet.
He held Jihyung in an awkward position while revealing the knife he had held up his sleeve for some time.
The cold metal was pressed against the older's neck, causing laboured breaths to fall from his mouth as he though about his two daughters and pregnant wife.
"You can't do this to me!" He begged, eyes watering at the thought of the life he took for granted.
He wanted to make amends with his mother and father over a stupid fight they had during his adolescent years.
He wanted to see his sister just once more, to tell her that she was his best friend no matter what.
He wanted to see his unborn child arrive, as she was meant to within the next week. And last of all, he wanted to share the name Huang Renjun with someone, to tell them who had taken his life.
But it all meant nothing as Renjun spoke again, in what could only be described as a menacing tone.
"But I can, Jihyung. But I can."
And so the knife made an exact cut along the neck, severing all the important veins in a long, drawn-out slice.
The blood....the blood. It splattered gruesomely from the older's neck, leaving splotches of a rich red colour across Renjun's face.
The man, who gripped onto the last moments of his life, let out a guttural cry which gurgled as the blood came out of his mouth and ran down his chin.
His paling skin soon became grey as his body became limp and unresponsive.
Renjun felt nothing. And that was the best thing about it.
